Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I like this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any as I reach the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or both are all but a dream.
Finality of this life is certain for me.
to memory, final reality.
Sifting of time, drifting, falling away.
of finality, fate is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only sleep I'm dead.
to memory, final reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way.
What have I
What will I
Monumental rhythm of life is out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
day grows quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that year seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
I don't to win this race.
swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of decay from living my life.
No way to slow the of time.
Of I am sure you live, then you die.
infancy to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
swiftly to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a to ascend than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling in some sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, just no time to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the speed it can.